me and them

It’s been a month and three days now since I ran last. Seeing announcements for the Duke City Marathon, in which I planned to ran a half, makes me sick at heart.

I don’t hurt anymore on a routine day, but any exertion beyond that revives the injury for a couple of days. I could run, of course. What holds me back is not the pain, but the worry that - if I start too early - I might have to wait even longer afterwards to heal again

The other evening I covered – photographically – a fashion show. Going back and forth between stage and backstage for a few hours was enough for the pain to flare up. The models, half of which were dressed up for the Day of the Dead, did not have that problem. Strange that the dead carry on, business as usual, while I, alive, cannot mind my running.